Just found this comment in a video:
What in the name of the Owl CITY did you just fLIPPING say about STRAWBERRY AVALANCE, you little WORM? I'll have you know that Adam climbed the goshdarn Everest to make that gem of a song, and he almost died witnessing a glorious avalance, and he is a precious popstar that hides REAL music outside his main albums, you little muppet. He was trained writing countless songs in projects no man's fingers and toes can count since highschool, he even released big records every year without break until he burned off from his record label, and even THEN he make a massive soundtrack album a month for a year, and he probably started a family a year after that, and released Cinematic a year after. You are nothing to him but just another fan, and you DARE call yourself the world's biggest Owl City/Adam Young fan AND skip his magnum opus everytime?! I will wipe you the ear out with precise strawberry avalance the likes of which has never been seen before on this great planet, mark my sacred words. You think you can get away with saying that blastfeny to Strawberry Avalance over the Internet? Think again, dementic champ. As i speak I am contacting Hoot Owls up To The Sky beneath the candy-coated clouds and your little lobster shell is being traced right now so you better prepare for the Tornado, banger,, the storm that shall clean your horrendous taste for music deep down the basement. We'll fly untill the stars explode around you sending grass-blade flashed with a gleam as it slashed open you little worm and you stared back breathlessly as mountains of fruit tumbled out as you'll barely had the chance to shout. You'll drown in tears, kid. They can be anywhere, anytime, and they can hug you in over a thusand ways, and that's just with bare hands. Not only did you put the monotone Cinematic and his horrible All My Friends so high Up To The Clouds, but you put Speed of Love and How I Became The Sea that far down?! We will drop strawberry all over you and you will drown deep in a sleeping bag in your backyard. I swear I'll make you scream after you wake up buried alive beneath the fruity landslide as i play Adam's screamo songs, until you're dying to see the beautiful sound that echoes all around in your harbour harmony under the start silent night. If only you could have known what unholy retribution your little "clever" video was about to bring down upon your pathetic silhouette, maybe you would have held back your salty tongue. But you didn't, you couldn't, and now you're paying the price, you dolt. You'll be going to sleep wet in saltwateroom, mate.